Suddenly Chased by Satan
There's One Missing
Malunya naudzubillah, although I can not cook but it can be helpful little. What kind of cake it is, not even in-laws who bother masakin and I who eat well have all been prepared.
"Call shut up, Reva? what's less like the food?" ask the mother who squirms I diem-diem bae.
"Oh, no, ma'am. It's really good, though..."
"Reva doesn't feel good, Mom. You see, he built a kemaleman, can not help mom cook in the kitchen," Ridho nyerocos aja no filter.
"Oalaah, because of that? Mother even seneng masakin you guys, besides just cook kayak gini village cuisine, while remaking so. No need to feel bad about everything. Some of you know, you're tired of long trips." said mom.
Sumpeh, Ridho's mother top markotop. Instantly I feel lucky gaes, fortunately in-laws are good and not violent. Try if the model grandmother Darmi or the Karla, beuh that there is tension up, head squeaks, body meriyang and all the macem felt. My shopping list knows you are not.
After eating, mom told me that tomorrow night there'd be an event. But Ridho forbade his mother to cook, he said tell the catering pesen aja all. Lagian mbok Surti no longer exist, so Ridho does not want tuh mother soybeans because all alone.
"Ridho here does not want to ngrepotin mother, do not want tired mother. So now only catering pesen," said Ridho who did not want to be denied.
"Truely said Mas Ridho, Ma'am. Better just order everything, and later we tell people to take places and others, so that mother does not soybeans.." I said.
"Yes already, yes already, how good your mother just manut you." said Mother.
If malem does not need to be mentioned, it is predictable Ridho certainly ngajakin pencak silat, taekwondo, karate, basically all kinds of styles from various universities we practice. I raised the flag, sign of surrender.
At midnight I didn't know how bad it felt. Maybe because it's a new place. But right here I was cemented Ridho but do not know why the feeling like someone is stirring and it is not delicious.
I saw the clock on the phone pointing at 2 o'clock, I tried to scroll chat or anything that can distract so that the unpleasant feeling can be cross.
And fitting I scroll his intention anyway want to delete chat in the application ijo, and pas nemu contact Pak Karan turned out he was again online.
"Not sleeping yet" I murmured in my heart. If read one-on-one chatnya tuh ex-boss, most of the contents of the command, command, and command mulu.
TING?!!!
There was one chat coming in, from Dedek Karan.
📱Not sleeping?
I'm confused about whether I should bales anything. If the chat-chatan middle malem like this I feel again that selekong. But this is the chat brother himself yes, so it's okay to be bales. My heart and body now belong to Ridho completely.
📱Udah sleep only wake up. What is the clock online?
And she bales again.
📱Work.
Jeez balesnya seuprit terribly. Last I bales before I go to bed again.
📱Don't think of a grandiose job. Think of a life partner too.
And yes, he doesn't bales anymore. In fact, it is not online but my chat was read, because it ticks two blue.
Maybe this bad feeling because usually it's a cousin likes to bother. Ntar was told this that is, now he is like disappearing so after I married.
Indeed, basically the human being has no satisfaction, yes, yesterday Ridho who said my world felt collapsed. Now I'm married and with Ridho, neat on the other hand I lost a fierce person now I miss.
Wait, kangen? No, no, no. Perhaps more precisely this feeling is an effect of the transitional period. I don't like being left out. So the loss or change of situation, make the heart uncomfortable.
"Darling?" Ridho called out in a hoarse voice waking up.
I who again hold the hape directly crouched behind the blanket pretending to sleep.
"Kok get out there anyway?" Ridho rattled me, and was swept up in a guling kayak.
The next morning there is no word later for the congregation with the husband It seems to have become the standard rule of Ridho, unless the red flag again flutters.
And abis morning prayer, surely the eyes are very heavy to be literate. But in the house of in-laws, I could not sleep anymore. At least nongol, maybe you need help. Tumben we're brain rada bener yes, jeez.
"I'm going to the kitchen, I'm going to make coffee." I said to Ridho.
"Well, my wife. Morning to make her husband coffee..."
"Not for you but for me. Haven't you seen me sleep less like this? if not coffee, there I brushed again." I said breaking down Ridho's smile.
"May I make you calm, be calm." I said again.
"Same toast if there is mah, yes,"
"If inget and intention yes," I said while struggling to leave.
Your fate, Dho chose me to be his wife. I can't cook. If just toast mah can times, do not burn.
My guess is, Ridho's mother is uplek only in the kitchen.
"Away awake?" I looked after realizing my existence.
"Already, Mom. Earlier, the prayer of worshipers was the same mas Ridho," said I rebuilt the good image in front of the in-laws.
"Oh, that's good. I'm glad to hear it," praised the mother-in-law.
I do not know, I can pray also after knowing Ridho. A little bit Ridho changed my life which was not clear, did not understand religion, now back to the right path.
I turned on the stove, and I wanted a pitcher filled with water.
"What do you want to do?"
"Coffee, Mom. Make mas Ridho.." I said sweet-ass pretentious sok iye.
"What would you cook?" I'm back with nanya.
"Fried rice for breakfast," said the mother who again ngulek seasoning.
"I help you, Mom." I said.
"No need, this is just a momentary osang-oseng also so. That's what you make Ridho coffee, he likes this coffee.." mom gave me kopisusu instant.
The water was boiling, I made two cups of coffee.
"Mom want some tea? let all Reva makein." said I who again tried to be a diligent ghost.
"May, but I love unsweetened tea. Wear half a pack of tea, here's the pot." said the mother who loves poci made of pottery.
"Be careful of hot water" continued my mother as I wanted to pour hot water into the pot.
"Yes, Mom..."
I brought two cups, and one tea pot and a glass also made of pottery to the dining table, "Reva call Ridho first yes, ma'am." I said.
"All of us will have breakfast together" said the mother who was busy making fried rice.